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The little girl could not sleep that night. She tossed and turned. It felt as if she had been asleep months and months, and yet was never rested. She had lost track of days and nights. The magician had long since abandoned her.

As she tried to sleep, she could hear a sound outside, a soft, roaring sound, the likes of which she had never heard before. The sound called her.

She climbed out of bed and followed the sound. She found a narrow winding staircase. Up she climbed, around and around, up the stairs. She felt cold, and the roaring was getting louder. She finally came to the top of a turret that had never been there before, and gasped.

Completely surrounding the castle, as far as she could see, was wild water. It was the ocean, but she didn’t remember its name. She stared at all that water. It was crashing against the castle, and it was rising.

The little girl stared out at the sea, and waited.

The castle was crumbling into the sea, and the little girl would soon go with it. She no longer needed the castle, its protection. She would go elsewhere, become other. Again.

High above in the dark sky, an eagle silently glided overhead.